This my Blood was Shed for Many

Verse 1

Mortals, behold the dying love Of your Redeeming King; Ye, who redemption's wonders prove, His mighty praise should sing:

Verse 2

While you his broken body see, And feast on heav'nly bread; Mark how he groan'd on Clavary; Behold him, with the dead.

Verse 3

Sinners! the cup, o'erflowing, view, And taste the cheering wine; Think how his side was pierc'd for you, T' appease the wrath divine.

Verse 4

Then let his praise be your employ While life and breath remain; Soon shall we soar to realms of joy And raise a louder strain.